Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Keilani, thanks for being so nice. That’s won’t be necessary.”

Tyrone gazed at Keilani, his eyes carrying a subtle warning.

Maybe it was Tyrone’s stern look that made Keilani start to speak, then stop short.

Tyrone took Jennie to a big mall downtown. There was this massive children’s park in the basement.

Jennie, still a kid, loved the amusement park. She played there for almost an hour.

When Jennie was exhausted from playing, Tyrone led her to a stall and got her some drink.

The stall was packed, mostly with young girls. People kept sneaking peeks at Tyrone.

“See

spotting Jennie with him. She murmured, “Too bad he’s got a kid.

G E L A ‘s L I

That’s

strolled over, picked up the drink, slipped a straw into it, and handed

cautiously. After she had consumed about half, she started to blow bubbles into the

a glimpse of her doing

for Jennie. They were intricate wooden models

toys, Tyrone suggested,

restroom, Jennie said,

to the restroom. Can you manage on your own

confident about going to the restroom alone, not needing